We shared dreams until I got tired of her lies and shot her.
I feel bad, but it had to be done. It had to be done because the voices in my head took over, simulataneously exposing the truth.
He hates clowns.
posted by darl @ 2:02 PM
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I feel bad, but it had to be done. It had to be done because the voices in my head took over, simulataneously exposing the truth.
He hates clowns.
3 Comments:
There are days when I get this way. I've decided to not hold back with certain people who are too sensitive(sil). I think they need to toughen up. Perhaps this is being mean, but who are they to make others walk on egg shells...
venting, sorry.
It's o.k. to vent, that's what cyberspace is for. hehe((
Thank you!! :-)
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